It's okay, Khao. Don't cry. Breathe.
Khoa whispered the words to himself, but they did little to stop the sting in his chest. His breath trembled as he fought to steady himself, his vision was already clouded with unshed tears.
Desperate for something-anything-to numb the ache, he stumbled toward an empty table and grabbed a random bottle. Without a second thought, he drank straight from it.
The alcohol burned its way down his throat, but he didn't stop. He welcomed the pain, anything to drown out the image haunting his mind-
First's face.
The way he had struggled, the way his emotions had battled inside him. Khoa had seen it all-the longing, the hesitation, the restraint.
First had wanted to kiss him. Khoa had felt it in the way their breaths tangled, in the way First had leaned in without thinking.
But there was something else, too. Fear.
And Khoa didn't know if he could take that.
He had wanted to kiss First-God, he had wanted to. But when he saw that war in First's eyes, the resistance battling against the desire, it had stopped him.
So he had walked away.
And now, here he was, drowning himself in alcohol, hoping it could silence the mess of emotions clawing at his heart.
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"Are you okay, Phi?"
Joong's voice cut through the haze of alcohol as he reached for the bottle in Khoa's hand.
"I'm fine," Khoa muttered, trying to snatch it back.
"Phi, you're going to get really wasted if you keep drinking like this," Joong said, concern etched across his face. "Where's Phi First?"
As if summoned by the question, First appeared, his expression dark as he grabbed Khoa and hauled him off the chair without a word.
"Joong, we're leaving. Help us tell the others," First said, tightening his grip around a now-unsteady Khoa, who struggled against him.
"Leave me alone! I don't want to go with you!" Khoa slurred, his voice breaking as First practically carried him toward the elevator.
First remained silent, jaw clenched, his grip firm but careful.
He had booked a hotel room earlier, knowing they'd both be drinking and wouldn't be in any condition to drive. He wasn't as drunk as Khoa, but he wasn't exactly sober either. His mind was clouded-frustration, longing, and the burn of alcohol swirling inside him.
After Khoa had walked away from him earlier, First had downed his own drink in one go, trying to drown the emotions raging inside him. But it hadn't worked.
Nothing worked when it came to Khoa.
"First, where are you taking me?" Khoa demanded, his words slurring slightly. "Why aren't you answering me?"
First didn't respond. He kept walking, dragging Khoa down the dimly lit corridor of the hotel.
"I don't want to sleep in the same room as you," Khoa huffed, trying to pull away. "I'll book my own-"
First shot him a sharp glare, his patience snapping as he shoved his key card into the door. The moment it clicked open, he yanked Khoa inside, slamming the door shut behind them.
And then-
He pinned Khoa against the door, his breath hot, his body pressed flush against him.
And without warning, he crashed his lips onto Khoa's.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was hungry-desperate and angry.
First's hands gripped Khoa's waist, pulling him even closer. His mouth moved fiercely, demanding, devouring.
Every inch of him. His lips, his touch, the fire in his gaze-screamed just how much he had missed this.
Missed him.
Missed this taste.
"First..." Khoa moaned softly, his breath hitching as First's lips moved against his with raw hunger. He still couldn't believe it-First was devouring him, as if he had been starving for this, for him.
"I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry," Khoa whispered between ragged breaths, his fingers grasping at First's shoulders and looking into First's eyes who was busy stripping Khoa of his clothes
First's darkened eyes met his, filled with something unspoken
"Stop talking," he muttered, capturing Khoa's lips again, his hands roaming possessively, stripping away the clothes between them.
Their movement desperate-filled with weeks, months of pent-up longing.
First turned Khoa around, facing him to the door his hand firmly gripping his waist as he rammed into Khoa Fast and hungrily.
"Shit___!" First inhaled sharply through his teeth
"Hh-ahh so tight" First hissed
Damn, he missed him.
First's grip on Khoa's waist was strong, almost desperate, as if he was afraid to let go.
Every thrust, every touch, was filled with an unspoken longing that had been simmering between them for far too long.
Khoa gasped, his fingers curling against the door for support, his breath ragged.
First wasn't holding back-his hands, his lips, his entire presence consumed Khoa completely.
"First..." Khoa whispered, his voice trembling "I want to cum" he purred as First started to stroke Khoa's member while continuously entering him from behind
A deep, intense sensation surged from the pit of Khoa's stomach as he reached his climax, but First wasn't done yet. The sight of Khoa beneath him, bare and vulnerable, only fueled his arousal. He continued thrusting into Khoa's tight heat, his movements growing more desperate.
Moments later, a deep groan escaped First's lips as he followed, pleasure overtaking him. With his breath still uneven, he rested his forehead against Khoa's back, trying to steady himself.